Why do I keep doing this to myself?
“What are these scars from?” she asked.
“They're battle wounds,” I replied.
She looked at me for a long time. “Who were you battling?”
I just want to lie in my bed and listen to sad music all day.
I hate the feeling when you really don't have any emotion. You feel so empty. You're not happy, you're not sad. You're nothing. When your mind is spinning, but you can't feel anything.